it's good. she's finally not getting me.
i feel invulnerable.
poor mom.
well, pour again, the total honesty.
she just can't take it when i'm sucessful.
it feels like she .. she might win.
her nag might outlast my anger.
maybe i'm actually learning something. when to be silent.
how much is the doctorate worth. right now, a hell of a lot.
think. what else do i do.
this is getting better. she's running out of ammo.
i'm winning. she'll get tired.
manipulating--that's one i can't get around.
to point out the contradiction is death.
because it has to do with honesty.
poor me--she's diggin out the big guns.
start thinkin--about others and about what you're doing.
i'm not giving way to my desire, but i'm just learning how to answer the right things.
i'm totally winning.
i almost won. and i'm winning now.
she's got nothing. i'm winning.
she's totally losing. i'm winning.
i won.
unassisted goal.
for now
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